The Hunt Acordes

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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 I thought The Hunt…
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 Was just wakin’ up with my Daddy in them ice cold winter months
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 Climbing in a blind or a stand or a boat…  wakin’ up the sun
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 Hand warmer in your pocket…  ‘cause you know they’re gonna go numb…
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 On that hand me down gun…
 
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 Yeah… The Hunt
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 Was pilin’ in a truck… with some buddies when the morning’s done
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 Hitting that local diner…   get some steak and eggs for lunch
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 That’s all is was…
 
[Chorus 1]
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 I learned to cuss… I learned pray…
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 Learned you miss every shot… that you don’t take
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 It’s a lot better front pew to pray…  patience goes along way
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 I used to think it was all about…  what’s on the wall… and big bucks down
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 It took growin’ up to find out…  he was teachin’…  and preachin’… and raisin’ a son
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 And I thought it was just…  The Hunt
 
[Verse 2]
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 The Hunt…
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 It’s what you’re doing when you’re looking for your first job
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 What you’re on ‘til you finally find the right one
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 And settle down…  in a little house…  on a twenty acre block…  To Hunt
 
[Chorus 2]
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 ‘Cause I learned to cuss… I learned pray…
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 Learned you miss every shot… that you don’t take
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 It’s a lot better front pew to pray…  patience goes along way
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 I used to think it was all about…  what’s on the wall… and big bucks down
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 It took growin’ up to find out…  he was teachin’…  and preachin’… and raisin’ a son
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 And I thought it was just…  The Hunt
 
[Bridge]
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 Now it’s me… my Dad… and his grandson
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 Dressed in camo…  about to go on…  The Hunt
 
[Chorus 3]
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 Where he’ll learned to cuss… he’ll learn pray…
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 He’ll learn you miss every shot… that you don’t take
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 It’s a lot better front pew to pray…  patience goes along way
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 I’m sure he thinks it’s all about…  what’s on the wall… and big bucks down
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 But he’ll grow up and find out…   I was teachin’…  and preachin’… and raisin’ a son
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 And passin’ down…  The Hunt
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